Oh, so "Sir Cecil Stanford Sexy Little Daddy Warbucks" loves being gay! Yeah!! I love when dogs/fish/spiders/people love what they are!! We should all take a moment to pat ourselves and say "I love being _______." I myself am going to say "I love being Maymee!" because I do. How ironic I should have the opportunity to name this delighful little doggie, considering what just happened to me. A short while ago I was running a very important errand and I saw a man walking his itsy bitsy Yorkie. The dog was wearing four little booties and a little sweater. I squealed with delight as I will sometimes do, even when I am alone (for I am an only child and I am not embarrassed to do such things) and when I came back inside I told my friend (who also loves being gay) what I saw and he said "That dog was GAY! What a gay dog!" Now he could have just meant happy but I think that was a given considering the pup was wearing booties AND a sweater, I mean, that would make me happy, especially since it's snowing and it's terribly cold outside, but I think we all know that my friend was implying that the dog was indeed, gay. My friend then bolted out the door and came back a few minutes later and as he rushed by me he said "Not that there is anything wrong with being a gay dog." And everyone agreed that no, there was just nothing wrong with that.
My beautiful, wonderful mother went through a short period in my early college days when there was a whole rigamarole over the issue of me and being gay. Several times she took me aside and told me that if I were to find myself attracted to the ladies, she would be fully in support and that would be great and fine with everyone. And when my lovely cousin liberated herself and left her husband of 25 years for a woman, it became ALL THE RAGE to be gay and my mother was so proud of my cousin and got so caught up in the whole thing that she started pushing the issue quite a bit. I kept telling her "But I like boys." And it was not enough that not only am I absolutely BOY CRAZY and had my first crush on Ben Shields when I was practically in diapers, and I will continue to love the boys until I am chasing Mr. Johnson (oh you know the ladies LOVE Mr. Johnson) down in my wheelchair to sit by me during bingo in the nursing home, she didn't seem to hear me. At one point she tried to convince me that SHE was gay which was the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard and I told her to stop trying to be cool and just suck it up - she was NOT gay. And she would just have to deal with me being a heterosexual because that was the way I was made and I was not going to change for her! So there. But I do love showtunes.
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That's a long name...What would it's owner say to call it over? Sir Cecil?
ALSO, what if Sir Cecil is not even gay and his owner just made him wear that sign?
Aunt Maymee for taking so long to post, there are a lot of issues you have not addressed here!
I think Maymee has drawn an important parallel between the dog's identification by its owner as "gay" and her own mother's attempt to identify her as "gay." This was a very dense post, Maymee, if, as Mr. Finlay pointed out, a bit late. I feel like I will have to read it several times to truly understand what maymee is saying about labels and identity and mothers and duaghters and dogs and dick.
I considered both of those things Mr. Finlay.
First, if that were my dog I would call him Stan, and if he were naughty I would address him as "Sir Cecil Stanford!" and only if he were in a Dog Beauty Pageant would I use his formal, full name.
It is not up to me to decide if Stan is gay or not, it is up to him, but the fact that he is wearing a sign declaring that he loves being gay is enough evidence for me. If he weren't he would probably eat that sign.
Curt said "dick."
Sir Cecil didn't put that sign on himself. He doesn't have opposable thumbs. His owner put it on him.
I'm with Norma -- Amy is super gay.
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